Why am i the phyco one

The death walls are crumbling again
waiting for my life to end..
the blood has finally bleed enough to reach the walls of hell..
no use fighting now like i have been...
why we are all gunna die in the end.
.why try why live its not worth it...
i love and lost and played around and
once again I'm suicidal
i hate myself and who's around me.
i hate what the voices are telling
me why wont they get out of my head and stop telling me I'm ugly and fat
and not worth anything at all..
why must i have them..
why am i the psycho one and not the others
what did i do to deserve this...
why must i want to die..
why must i bleed from one single slit of the knife why must i be insane why not them...
why are you picking on me...
I'm weak and they are strong..
is that why is that why i want to die..because I'm weak and I'm not worth anything...
is it because I'm easy I'm easy to get onto i don't know how to say no...
i don't know what is wrong with me..
but i must die the heart beats slow to one a minute till slowly i slip away from society forever...beep.....beep....beep..beeeeeeep...
I'm sorry shes gone...
there was nothing more i could do...
her cut was too deep and her thoughts were all but wanting to live....
it was her choice........